"Ma'am, are you Annie's mom? You're so pretty. Can you play a game with me?"
Ian Shaw remembered how the other kids at kindergarten had tried to steal his mom last time. He gripped Naomi Kenway's hand tightly and said fiercely, "This is my mom!"
The little girl, rejected again, huffed, "Hmph, Annie is the stingiest!"
She stomped her foot in anger.
A young, well-matched couple walked over. The woman stepped forward and pulled the little girl into her arms. "I'm so sorry, she can be a little naughty. I hope she didn't bother you."
"Not at all. She's very cute. What's her name?"
"Pretty lady, my name is Connie! The 'Con' is for 'completely brilliant'!"
"More like 'Connie' the 'Onion,' HAHA!" a little boy ran over and added in a taunting tone. The next second, he was being "hunted down" by Connie. Despite wearing a princess dress, she hitched up her skirt and ran surprisingly fast. It wasn't long before she'd made the boy apologize.
